The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Playby: Lelouch Lamperouge from Code Geass. Avatar, signature, and attribute profile pic made by Katrina. Thanks!
Individual
Character's full name: Caleb Swartz Nickname: Slate Gender: Male Age: 6 (looks 22). Birthday: September 4, 2007 (Slate was "born" IC as Calley's split personality, but now has his own body; see IC History below. His birth is listed as the Sample RP.) Nationality/ Ethnicity: American, with Italian, Hungarian, Irish, and German ancestry. Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Calley's mind and/or apartment building, in New York, New York.
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark brown and short. Eyes: Baby blue. Height: 5'8" Build: Scrawny. Slate is a fairly nondescript teenager. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None, none, none. Other features: Slate has a small goatee, cut to a perfectly geometrical triangle, which he grew (and grew fond of) during his internment in the Romanian concentration camps.
Everyday clothing style: Slate prefers to be well dressed, in khaki pants and a blue or gray dress shirt. Uniform: Slate finds the concept of uniforms curious but unappealing. Sleepwear: Plain boxers and a gray T-shirt. Miscellaneous clothing: A slate gray scarf that he wears occasionally; given to him as a Christmas present by Calley in 2007.
Character
Personality: Calm. Focused. Linear. Occasionally naïve. Slate has learned from Calley's experiences, and by observing those around him. He can come off as a misogynist, sometimes. Rest assured, though, that his statements about gender superiority are merely reflective of the statistical data he has on hand. Hobbies/ Interests: Studying, particularly Mathematics, Zen meditation, and Geography. Job or part time job and description: CEO of Mondragon Labs Medical. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: It is not a phobia, but Slate was taught by a hobo a very simple lesson: "Not everything needs to live." He wonders, sometimes, if he is one of those things. Special talents: Focusing. Maintaining a level head.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Slate has rigid morals concerning violence and hypocrisy, from having experienced them first hand and not having particularly cared for them. Outside observers might place him as "good", though this is inaccurate. Nor is he "bad". On the subject of morality, he is anything but neutral. Therefore: he is an "other".
Mutations
Mutation Description: Psychic Healer. With physical contact, Slate can affect the mind and body; he can also use telepathy over a distance with people he knows. For everything except his telepathy and mental lock downs, he needs his target to either give permission or be unconscious.
Strengths:
Psychic Healing: Slate can heal physical wounds by entering a person’s mind and ‘resetting’ things, as it were.
Telepathy: Slate can send and receive messages in both “audio and visual” (or any other sense). He sometimes hears “loud” thoughts nearby without meaning too, as well.
Entering minds: Slate can enter minds to put up or take down mental barriers. Some application examples: walling in unwanted memories, unlocking repressed memories, walling off access to a sense, or tearing down another psychic’s barriers. He can also leave behind the infamous ‘loyalty command’ he learned from studying another psychic’s handiwork (only done with OOC permission; intended for NPCs). These effects are permanent.
Mental Lock Down: Slate can temporarily seal someone inside of their own mind, cutting them off from all of their senses, as well as control of their body and mutation.
Weaknesses:
Psychic Healing: Physical injuries only! Nothing viral, bacterial, fungal, poisonous, or created by the body itself (such as cancer). Cannot heal inorganic parts of a person’s body, like metal arms or pacemakers.
Telepathy: Slate can haz snuggles? Because without them—or other sorts of prolonged, repeated physical contact—Slate’s telepathy cannot reach its full range. A handshake will only let him talk with a person over a few blocks. Slate cannot send messages to more than one person at a time, but he can receive them from more than one person: this makes it very possible for people to spam his mind. Shutting down his telepathy means he won’t receive any messages, not even ones sent by thirteen year olds trapped in sewers. He cannot actively read minds; he is only a passive receiver for thoughts. His powers don’t work with animals (they do work with mutants in animal form, though). OOC permission will be asked for overhearing “loud” thoughts.
Entering Minds: Slate needs to have physical contact with a person while he creates these effects (OOC permission for them will also be asked for ahead of time). He also needs a person to either give permission, or be unconscious. Loyalty commands are also permanent, but hardly infallible—subjects do not have to obey someone who is merely sent by Slate, and can be fooled into obeying someone other than Slate—ie, in the case of a very convincing human shape-shifter. Coming into contact with an Adapted’s field will nullify all “permanent” effects Slate has made in a person’s mind.
Mental Lock Down: Slate does not need permission/unconsciousness for this, since he’s effectively putting this barrier around a person’s entire mind—including their mental defenses. Breaking physical contact with his target will end the effect. Bodily functions controlled by the base of the brain stem, such as heart beat, respiration, digestion, etc, will not be affected. This puts a large strain on Slate’s mind which results in a ‘lag effect’ on his perception: while he will still see things happening around him, it will take him several seconds longer than usual to respond to these inputs, and several more seconds to actually react. As such, this would be a very bad move to pull if his target has an angry friend nearby.
Fighting Style
Explanation: None of which to speak. Pros for fighting style: Heh. Cons for fighting style: Many.
Faction Allegiance Kabal Leader
History Of Your Character (all of this has occurred IC) In September of 2007, Calley's mind finally broke under Hunter's mental and physical abuse: he developed Dissociative Identity Disorder. Thus Slate was born, as Calley's split personality, and an opinionated manifestation of Calley's healing abilities.
For well over a year, Calley and Slate constantly battled each other for mental control, leaving them both with an unusually high resistance to psychics by default that they had been struggling against another hostile mind for every waking moment of that time (and occasionally the sleeping moments, as well). Slate won this battle in November of 2008 when he tapped into the latent psychic abilities Calley's mind held in reserve for his next power growth. Without understanding it—or even realizing what he was doing—Slate gained the ability both to create mental barriers and communicate by telepathy. A few weeks spent living with a hobo taught Slate a harsh lesson, though: "Not everything needs to live". He relinquished his victory, letting Calley regain control. The new psychic abilities, however, remained tied to him; neither of them even knew that those abilities existed, so neither of them tried to switch them back under Calley's control.
After Calley discovered their splintering abilities, a new idea became obvious: letting Slate finally go off on his own merry way, in his own body, to do what he wanted where he wanted outside Calley's own fine skull thank-you-very-much. This became reality when a run-in with the Adapted Jacen in February 2009 reset two distinct bird forms into two distinct human forms. Slate is currently his own young man, as is Calley.
Slate took over the Kabal in January 2009 after a bloody coup. Colombia followed in April 2009. Romania is next.
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: Google! Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: Calley (1st), Rupert (2nd). Slate is my third character. Sample RP: (From “Learning to Heal”, Slate's IC "birth"
In one of the many training rooms of Mondragon Labs, there existed a rather extensive gymnastics room. Balance beams, spring floors, parallel bars, foam pits, the works. On one of those balance beams, there existed a teenage boy. He was of an average height for the East Coast, and his features had a strong flair of Italian mixed with something else—obviously a healthy dose of Irish, probably a little German, and perhaps a little gypsy blood tossed into the mix for... creativity. Which family line his blue eyes were descended from was anyone’s guess. This teenager was a little underweight, leanly muscled, and obviously wearing a larger man’s clothes. He looked a lot like Calley, actually.
He walked the beam barefoot, to its end. Then he performed two back flips, a hand-spring, and landed on one leg on the blue-matted floor. The one-legged landing was not to be confused with imperfection. It had been quite planned. After all, this particular teenager was wondering how much impact force it took to break a human leg.
This particular teenager was not acting much like Calley.
“Hmm,” he commented, shaking out his leg. It shook. It shook in places it didn’t have joints. Well, then. That answered that. He took a few steps, limping only slightly. “Hmm,” he said, with a rising intonation. Pain was a curious sensation. He couldn’t fathom why that clutter of voices in the back of his mind was so upset with him. With a last shake and a crick noise, he simply healed the bone. No harm done. He walked back to the balance beam. Did his other leg have the same breaking point? It was simple enough to find out.
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It was Calley’s fault, really. Not that he’d take responsibility for it. But it was pretty hard to place the responsibility with anyone else, when he’d done it himself. Or himselves. Or... Or Slate. Freaking Slate. Calley was very willing to blame this all on Slate.
Though naming him probably wasn’t a good idea, actually. It was probably part of the problem. Maybe. But that didn’t mean it was Calley’s fault. He’d just been trying to heal. He’d shifted to that broken owl form, and when he’d shifted back to human... well, he’d taken the breaks with him. Two badly-healed arms and a leg that didn’t love him. This had been a problem. This had been a problem Calley had really, really wanted to let someone else deal with, but he hadn’t really wanted to explain it to the Scary Violent Abusive Boss Man, with the asking of the questions and the throwing into the wall when the questions weren’t answered neatly or sincerely or non-flippantly. So Calley had resorted to the tried-and-true method of smothering himself into his own pillow and hoping the bad things would go away if he ignored them.
Stupid. You broke yourself, you can fix yourself, he’d mentally yelled at himself. This was a habit of his. The trains of thought in his head raced around in their disjoint circles, trying to think of a way he could fix himself. Obviously, if he could break himself, he could fix himself. This was something he held to be true. But how how how how how stupid brain why’d it do that in the first place crap he hated himself—
On of the trains of thought finished its loop, and answered quite simply: Just focus. Shift to heal, like you shifted to break. It’s all the same.
Uh-huh, Calley’s main train of thought answered. You suck. And he’d gone back to sulking, with his face shoved into his feather pillow. His various thoughts kept racing. Except for one, which already had its answer. Stupid answer. Stupid thought. It’s not that easy. Even if I focus on healing, I’m going to focus on busting myself up again, and there’s going to be a vicious painful cycle of vicious painful pain. To repeat: it had its answer. Yah-huh. Great for you. If it’s so easy, why don’t you just do it?
This was probably the first mistake he made. Besides consistently addressing the various thoughts in his head as being separate from himself. The train of thought that had its answer, with the full knowledge and consent of Calley, effectively shut the rest of his thoughts up. It was a strange feeling. For the first time in a very long time, Calley’s brain could hear itself thinking. Compared to the usual clutter of thoughts competing for space, it was like someone had wiped a scribbled-upon blackboard clean. His brain... blank slated.
The train of thought that had its answer simply recalled Calley’s normal un-busted-up state, tapped into his shifting abilities, and instead of shifting into any sort of animal... it simply shifted things back to normal. Fixed. All done. Easy. Then it let the rest of Calley’s thoughts flood back in to mess things up, as all of Calley’s thoughts were quite confident they could and would do, in some way, shape, or form. The blank slate filled with scribbles again. Calley propped himself up off of his pillow, admiring his newly healed arms with much pride. Cool, he thought. I can heal.
I can break, too. It would probably be pretty easy to bust these again, just like—
Shut up, the blank slate train of thought said simply, effectively squishing the errant thought under its thumb.
Cool, Calley kept thinking. I can maybe not hurt myself for at least five seconds. Good job, Slate.
It’s never a good idea to give nicknames to the voices in your head.
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Things might have been fine from there. Calley could have practiced the whole healing thing, by shifting to the broken bird forms he’d acquired and fixing them up for future use. In retrospect, maybe that would have been a good idea. The whole “assuming responsibilities for this new growth in his powers” thing. Yeah, that—good idea. What wasn’t such a good idea? Pretending to himself that Slate was someone he could call on to do it for him. And he did. With around twenty-some bird forms.
This was enough to even annoy Slate, who wasn’t anything except a train of thought that had made the mistake of speaking up. It took several weeks, actually, because Calley didn’t like the whole passing out thing that happened when he shifted too often in any one day. And he certainly wasn’t dedicated enough to do the same thing on any consecutive day. But eventually, around bird nineteen or so, and around day seventeen or so, Calley called in his happy little blank slate frame of mind to do his healing for him again. Again being the key word. And Slate had done it. Again. But he was getting pretty sick of himself by this point. How much was it to ask, to get a little peace and quiet in his own idiotic mind? The blank slate rather loathed the clutter of other thoughts. Simply put... they never shut up.
So just for a few minutes after he was done healing this latest form... he didn’t let the other thoughts come back. He just kept them tucked up out of the way.
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It was very nice. He spent the time gazing out of the window, being content to focus his entire attention on a tree across the street.
Then he let the rest of the clutter scribble out his nice meditative state again. Calley kind of liked the blank slate state—it was certainly useful—but he felt at home with the clutter of thoughts that was his normal mind.
This was another element of the problem. Calley—the part of Calley that thought of itself as Calley—didn’t associate itself with the blank slate. That was what Slate was for, wasn’t it?
This brings us to a few weeks later. This brings us to a teenager on a balance beam, very content to practice his acrobatic skills, and adding efficiency to the routine by testing out the extent of his healing abilities, as well.
This brings us to Slate, taking a minor vacation from the rest of Calley, and borrowing Calley’s body for the excursion. He was only going to do it for a bit. Well, a bit longer than a bit, because he’d already been at this for two hours. But when you’re focused on an activity, time does fly, doesn’t it? He’d never known that before. Curious, curious. It was very curious. But he didn’t particularly wish to think about it. One thought at a time—that was bliss. And really, it was quite negligent of Calley to know he had some acrobatic ability, but to leave it untrained. Slate was fixing that.
All he heard in his mind as he started a routine on the spring floor was the creak under his hands, the ticking of a clock on the far wall, and the slightest of clamors from the rest of the clutter. This was nice. Relaxing. Wonderful. And a few hours certainly wouldn’t hurt the rest of Calley’s mind.
Character's full name: Caleb Swartz Nickname: Slate Gender: Male Age: Looks 28. Birthday: September 4, 2007 Nationality/ Ethnicity: American, with Italian, Hungarian, Irish, and German ancestry. Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Calley's mind and/or apartment building, in New York, New York.
Appearance
(Human Form / Wolfhound Form)
Hair color and style: Dark brown and short. / Gray and wiry. Eyes: Baby blue. / Baby blue. Height: 5'8" / 3' at the shoulder Build: Scrawny. Slate is a fairly nondescript man / At the larger end of the breed standard, though not by much. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None, none, none.
Everyday clothing style: Slate's clothes are actually a permanent sticking illusion created by his girlfriend Katrina, and affixed to a silver chain he wears. Therefore, even though Slate appears to wear a pair of khaki dress pants and a light blue dress shirt (as well as his usual scarf) in human form, he is technically... only wearing a necklace. Fortunately, only Katrina, Hunter, and the rest of Calley's splinters can readily perceive this. The illusion looks, feels, tastes, smells, sounds, and moves like real clothing. Uniform: Slate finds the concept of uniforms curious but unappealing. Sleepwear: Wolfhound form.
Character
Personality: Slate is the most functional of Calley's splinters. He still has troubles with complex multi-tasking, and with redirecting his focus once something catches his attention. His attitude is always upbeat or neutral, but never downcast. It is a beautiful day to own one's own life, after all. Hobbies/ Interests: Studying, particularly Mathematics and Zen meditation. Job or part time job and description: Teacher at the Pax Academy. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Disorder disturbs him. Special talents: Focusing. Maintaining a level head.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Slate wishes there to be order in the world, and is opposed to violence, particularly the sort that leads to undue chaos; this generally puts him on the side of "good".
[Power Growth: Future Plot Only]Human shifting/Wolfhound shifting: Slate can shift between a human form and that of an Irish Wolfhound.
Weaknesses:
Healing/Breaking weaknesses are the same as present.
[Weakness Addition: Future Plot Only]
[/i] Human shifting/Wolfhound shifting Cons: Slate is mute in human form, since Calley wanted their vocal chords for himself. Additionally, Slate's human form persistently drains his energy in small amounts when he uses it; to counter this, he needs to either spend a large amount of time in wolfhound form or eat incredible amounts of food.[/li][/ul]
Same as present, but much more practiced and refined.
Weaknesses:
Same as present.
Fighting Style
Explanation: None of which to speak. Pros for fighting style: Heh. Cons for fighting style: Many.
Faction Allegiance The fourth faction.
History Of Your Character After his official split from Calley in 2009, Slate... spent several years growing up. The world was a new and wonderful place, after all, even if he did occasionally forget not to walk into walls.
When Haywire broke out, merely a month after his split, Slate's new and exciting world collided with reality. His developing powers as a healer of others, so recently discovered, proved futile against the virus' effects. Nonetheless, a healer he was, and so healing he attempted: he joined the efforts to help the sick, even if he couldn't do anything more than a normal human.
As the Haywire Epidemic ebbed, Slate was left deeply confused by the Order's actions. Why had they released the virus? The epidemic had been messy, wasteful, and unproductive. There was no value to it that outweighed those three failings. Often, he discussed with Katrina--who had been his friend since before he remembered, in a very literal sense--how a more peaceful, non-violent and all-around more well ordered world could be created. These thoughts were hard, and puzzling, and curious: he liked them very much. He also liked Zen meditation, which he began to study seriously under Toshiyuki-Sensei, a traveling Japanese Master who seemed to know him somehow, but never really spoke of it. During this time Katrina asked him out on their first date, and Slate discovered that the experience of having a girlfriend was enjoyable. The experience of sharing a small home with said girlfriend is, he is discovering, even more enjoyable.
Slate has gone to college and obtained a degree in Mathematics, with a focus upon Chaos Theory and Differential Equations, whose disturbing lack of orderly results produced from the self-same equations still occasionally cause him to growl and kick his legs in his sleep. Under Katrina's suggestion, and having no real protest on his own end, he pursued alternative teaching certification and became employed at the Pax Academy, where the conversation in the teacher's longue is delightfully quite hard to keep up with, intellectually speaking, and the viewpoints represented are varied but convergent upon one thing: the use of peaceful means. Relatively speaking. 2018 marks his first full year of teaching, after student teaching at the Pax Academy during the spring of 2017. His subjects are Mathematics and the Sciences. He has been teaching Zen meditation and Resistance to Telepathy at the Pax Community Center for two years.[/color]
